To Absent Votes - The Lucksmiths

They’re packing up the polling booths

And pulling down the posters

As the suns sets on the primary school

And the streetlights flicker on

Across the town your mother left behind

At a bittersweet sixteen

You’re trying to convince me

That the government is gone

And you’re not one for anecdotes

But remember our delight

As we drank to absent votes

At the chance that you were right

It was a disappointing sunset

Only 'cause my hopes were much too high

We took some beers down to the landlocked jetty

And looked across the lake

At the detritus of election night

In a town without a traffic light

Curling at the edges

Like a pre-loved paperback

And you’re not one for anecdotes

But remember our delight

And we drank to absent votes

It was just a perfect night

Then a solitary sail

The softness of the light

The moon a fingernail

The chance that you were right